Locked door
I don’t know where to start, I end things I want to start
and start things i know ended. It was the phase of life
where we all feel like new born birds, flying high yet
unaware of the fate of Icarus. Yes we all were there once,
I was a girl in my teens nearing adulthood. What could
one expect
It was one fine summer we were all spending in our usual
summer spot; grandmas huge mansion. The moment you
would enter one would get a feeling of euphoria. We
were crazy, us all running around least bothered about
things around us. Occupied about thoughts of our own
We all have a person in our life whom we want to share
our random thoughts with, someone with the same vibe ,
someone who always has your back. For me that was
aylena. She was the best existing part of being in that
house. She was used to be called lee. We had many great
memories together, we were mischievous and soft
hearted.
Ghosts and vampire’s were a thing at that time, there
were tales of them that we used to listen to every single
night; a way of scaring us so we won’t be wondering
around all the time and especially where it was forbidden
to be near even in the day ;the library. Sounds weird but
it is true. U might think ‘’ isn’t this where your guardians
want to see spending time?’’. It was no ordinary
library. Back in 1923 when this mansion was built my
great great great grand father has had this place to keep
all the family business related documents ‘’ what is
wrong in that you may ask, well there it used to be
rumored that once upon a time a guy got locked up by
accident in there and no one found out as nobody was
allowed to go near there, as for the poor boy he was the
cleaner and was found 3 weeks after by which time his
corpse had started to rot. Ever since then there have
been a few paranormal incidents there.
Why would one believe such nonsense is what u might
be thinking of but it well might be true. I have a faded
memory of once when I was 11 and playing hide and
seek and the door if the library were opened so I hid in it
and I don’t remember anything after that all I know that
aylena saw me going in there and followed up to find a
huge scar on my wrist that is still present.
This time I was determined to go in there and find it
hidden secrets, which meant crossing a red light but
don’t we all do that some times. We planned all day and
finally at night we stole the keys from the gate keeper-
the easier part. Both of us were shaking in fear and sweat
trickling our foreheads, the light coming from the torch
shaking from the amount of pressure we had.
Marvelous was one word that if said a million times could
express a fraction of what we saw, it was one of those
libraries u would find in a fairy tale, heavy tapestry dim
colors, floral wallpapers, gold decorations. All in all least
could be said of how mesmerized we were . Suddenly
my sight fell on the chair in the corner – there was only
one with no table, weird huh. But wait there is more. The
closer we got we saw brownish maroon stains on the
back rest and ropes that looked like a century old. What
in the freaking world happened here seems like it
happened very long time ago. Good for us noting was put
aside as expected no one often or by any chance came
here.
There was a cupboard, and then there was a door inside
WHAT and WHY. All in all one of us decided to go in there
- Aylena volunteered , as she was the brave one as for
what we though she used to be that girl who would have
a lion as a pet and a snake sleep by her side.2 minutes
had passed yet no sign of her. As a minute passed I heard
screams violent ones and one full of fear. She was lunatic
running before her feet almost flying. Her eyes wide in
fear, hair messed up and a cut on her shoulder as soon as
she reached I closed the door with a loud thud. Fully
aware that at this point we might have been heard but
we didn’t care. Running outside I saw my uncle and I ran
into his embrace- I don’t have a father, he has been the
fatherly figure in my life. I had aylenas hand in mine and
we took her to my room upstairs.
She was screaming like a pysho and repeating something
that sounded almost like “ weed , bat, rope , blood”
expect for that We knew like it was a name sort of , my
uncle froze ,more like petrified. All the color from his
face drained
The next morning all were quiet aylena was still
recovering from whatever she encountered down there, I
preferred not to ask as she was in a fragile condition and
still asleep. Without wasting time I leaped up to my
uncle’s room since he did not come down to the main
hall for breakfast.
He did not tell me anything all I could get out from him
was that aylena was talking about vebatrobloud , the guy
from the story where he dies. And also something that
horrified that the door that was opened last night in the
cupboard was jammed and in no humanly possible way
that could be opened as molten iron was used to shut it,
according to him either we could be making it up or it
really opened but the second option made sense
Well some things are supposed to be locked forever , to
be untouched , and if then in that case brings infortunes
and despair. Nothing is later the same, in our case too.
Aylena is still recovering. Unable to express what she
saw. I feel guilty for her state and haven’t faced her for
weeks now. Broken locks lead to opened secrets. And
opened secrets lead to broken promises. Well sometimes
we have to leave some things untouched. They could fold
our heart a million times from the amount of times we
want to unfold the part where we find out the truth. Life
is all about making decisions and exceptions
